Fallout Equestria: Tempest

“Ice. Snow. Rock. More ice....

Oh right. And the DAMN WIND!

It’s never like they make it out to be in the movies. It’s like the ice age out there and even in this cave it’s cold as hell! Damnit!

The walls are littered with some psychopath’s insane preachings. Most of it’s rambling about “blessed unlife,” something having to do with the end of the Wasteland Era and the the end of nuclear blight. I’d be content with just the end of this damn freezing weather!

What I really need is something to drink. I’m gonna die, and I’d be just fine dying inebriated. Rapt in a glass of Sandy Tongue. That shit’ll have you over the edge just from the smell of it! The little I had left got “lost” by Botany just before she went missing. I swear, the next time I see that bitch, I’m gonna skin her alive, feed her corpse to hellhounds, and wear her coat as a jacket.

Not that I’ll be alive to see her again.

I kinda wanted to record something that sounded semi-important, but there isn’t much of any significance anymore. There are things I can’t say. The people looking for me aren’t stupid enough to not check my audio logs. An uncomfortable change of pace, considering the Wasteland grows exponentially in idiots by the minute. It seems all anyone cares about anymore is blood, war, and more blood.

Greed. That’s what this all is. That’s all it is. An endless fight for power. They say that war never changes. That ponies never change. And while it’s true that ponies haven’t changed in centuries, they were once good. Now, we’ve fallen back into the cold, black embrace of cruel monstrosity.

Damn, it’s cold outside....

It’s kinda funny, there hasn’t been real war in centuries. No Megaspells, no nuclear weapons. Just aggression, because as far as anyone’s concerned, that’s what gets you places. That’s what makes the world turn. Fighting. Violence is like a virus, and when it gets into the brain, it takes over. When the peace keepers become the big bad wolf and nobody’s there to keep them in check, well… it’s to nobody’s surprise when everyone follows their lead.

What made us to walk idly by as the ones we trusted to fix the world began to tear it down again? Was it fear? Did we follow them because we thought they knew best? Did we agree with them, and somewhere we just needed an authoritative reassurance that our violent nature was right?

Some part of our nature had always been violent since the Wasteland.

I guess I had more to say that I thought. The Wasteland is a hard subject to not think about when you have to suffer it every day. It keeps hammering it’s nails into your heart, pounding what you could have been. Ponies aren’t born cruel. We’re all born very peaceful, happy, spirited souls. And then they’re thrown into this hell, surrounded by death, violence, and war. Those souls are drowned in blood, their conscience washed away as they adapt. As the Wasteland tears away at them, piece by piece.

This is what we’ve become. There’s no denying the truth. The horrifying, inevitable revelation that even the worst of us realize...

We fucked up.... Again.

And this time, we haven’t been blessed with a Lightbringer. The select few that have survived from that era are already part of the Wasteland. Corrupted by the endless fog of anger and murder..

We really fucked up. And really the only question I have left to ask, before I freeze to death is... is....

Why?